Tears In My Pillow Novels & Stories

Sid's POV I couldn't focus on anything for the whole evening. I lay down on my bed and try to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes my hands unknowingly try to find her next to me. At last, I take her pillow, the only thing she left which smelt like her. I hug it tightly to feel her in my arms. Soon, the pillow becomes completely wet with my tears.

I lay on my side, facing the wall, my body curling in on itself like a wounded thing. Tears slipped from my eyes, silent and steady. I didn’t sob. I didn’t have the strength for it. The tears just came, warm and relentless, trailing across my cheeks and soaking into the pillow until exhaustion pulled me under. Sleep claimed me in silence, and the shift still dripped faintly in the other room.

My eyes pricked with tears as he kept ushering me forward to leave the cold room. I glanced over my shoulder to look at the table she laid on. "I'm so sorry," I whispered between a sob that croaked out. "I'm so sorry I didn't help you." I woke up in a cold sweat and tears running down my face, my body trembling. I wrapped my arms around myself tightly. It was just a dream. But it wasn't just a dream.

The forest, once a place of solace and shared laughter, now felt like a tomb, a silent testament to the loss that had ripped through my heart. The first sensation that pierced through the fog of my sleep was a wetness on my cheeks. Tears, hot and salty, streamed down my face, a silent testament to the nightmare that had haunted my slumber. I sat up, the wooden chair creaking beneath me, my body stiff and aching from the cramped position.

I pushed open the door and entered inside. I looked at his empty bed. I kissed his forehead after putting the duvet over him, and the next minute, he was gone. I went to his closet and took one of his shirts, inhaling it. Without even realizing it, tears fell from my eyes. I quickly cleaned it away, not wanting to be weak, but I couldn't control it. It felt like a bad dream, one I couldn’t wake up from. I cried my eyes out. The tears kept falling until I was satisfied.

Yes. I hear the muffled thuds of his footsteps retreating. I squeeze my eyes tighter closed, willing back the tears. I hold the pillow clutched so tightly to me that my knuckles go white. I lay there, feeling empty and sick to my stomach until finally the emotional turmoil wipes me out and exhaustion overtakes me. I fall into a fitful sleep.

I muffled it into my knees, tears dripping from my eyes and staining my dress, burning against my skin. Aiden will come back. I knew it from the bottom of my heart. I repeated it to myself over and over; arms curled tightly around the middle as I laid flat on my back. With my eyes on the ceiling, I slapped a hand on my mouth, trying to stop the sounds of my tears but failing. They tore through my lips no matter how hard I tried. Somewhere along the way, I managed to go to sleep. My eyes fluttered open a while later, head pounding as I tried to sit up in my bed. It was getting difficult to breathe, snuffling my fingers curled into the thick duvet and looking to my side. The spot was empty.

My sobs echoed through the silent room, a symphony of grief and frustration. I clung to my pillow, desperately seeking solace in its soft embrace. The fabric absorbed my tears, offering a feeble comfort amidst the chaos that consumed me. I felt the weight of the world upon my shoulders, the burden of my unexplained affliction threatening to shatter the fragile fragments of hope that remained. As the tears continued to fall, my body trembled with a mixture of exhaustion and anguish. I could no longer contain the torrent of emotions that raged within me. Each sob was a cathartic release, a plea for understanding, and a lament for the life I once knew.

With night sweats and high spiking fevers. During the day I try to stay away from the upstairs. I can hear my mother crying in her sleep for me, singing to me my favorite lullaby as a child "Rainbow Connection", in an attempt to comfort my aching soul. She has the most amazing voice. In any other situation I would find it comforting. But it only shatters my heart piece by piece. To see the agonizing worry across her face as she sleeps. Telling everyone how much she truly loves me even in the world of dreams. Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow.

Selene's POV My eyes were beginning to close by themselves. Slowly and with a downcast expression, I stood up from where I sat. When I got to my room, I lay on the bed. Fresh tears welled up in my eyes _ I drowned in them as I wet my pillows. Since the arrival of this girl, my pillow has absorbed many tears from my eyes and I don't even know when this would stop. There was absolutely nothing I could do. I could lose my husband forever. This thought startled me and my cries intensified.